Your envious, green emerald flame Flick her, flick her Away and erase her painful name Flick a, flick a Page and any evidence of blame Turner, Turner Iridescent emotion full skys Turn her, turn her Into any hideous disguise Turn a, turn a Corner to a cul-de-sac of comprimise Flicker , flicker Green flame burns up your history Flick her, flick her Escape from her laboratory Flick a, flick a Torch to lead yourself from this purgatory
So, did pity end?
Did it see or touch a friend? Did pity fly before it died? So, did pity end? And, what became of luck? Did it ever give a ****? Did luck know how I cried? And, what became of luck? Ambivalence:- In heaven or ****? Fluctutation occassionally rang a bell Indecision always lied Ambivalence:- In heaven or ****? So, did pride be born? Did it ***** it self on it's own thorn? For only pride knows pride So, did pride be born?
Down the line
You stumble over Stumble under Uninspired Always Crawl along the border Limitation borderline Other side You're undeserving Of the better Served yesterday on the Sorrow platter Bitterness grows Negative space Devouring and expanding Pulsating void From Within Emptiness devoid of Meaning; From Without - The world Is waiting To be included
So often we stop ourselves from growing. Fear of being undeserving to be better... our own worst enemies
"Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag"
And don't forget to ******* smile, March to death with a jolly tune in your head Don't question if it's all worthwhile. Your misery is designed by people out of reach so blame your pathetic self instead Be reassured, the undertaker shall paint a smile on your face when you're dead. A 'Memento mori' of a Facebook page will remain like a lingering **** in an elevator An uncomfortable reminder to the still living That smiles are the mask of a traitor
Tuning in to a bygone me.
When humankind is out of control,
The world suffers a giant loss. Threats of mass extinctions aren't Difficult to come across. More than half of the world's primates Are on the verge of extinction due To agriculture, logging, mining, And hunting. Where's the hullabaloo? Lemurs, chimps, orangutans, And lowland gorillas are under threat. When we endanger others, we also Endanger ourselves, don't forget. Habitat loss, climate change, Wildlife trade…. Scientists fear That if these are not halted, many Primates will sadly disappear. We're talking about numerous species-- A couple hundred, not just dozens. What is wrong with **** sapiens? How could we do that to our cousins? -by Bob B (2-6-17)
Never trust the establishment
They do not exist for our benefit For they believe that we exist For their convenience Their only purpose is self-perpetuation And they think that our only function Is to accommodate that purpose Whereas our true cause should be To get rid of the ******* By Phil Roberts
(20 minute poetry)
Her hair hangs like untied shoelaces across a well worn pair of trainers, rain has no friends in the fading night . I drip and aware if this is being aware shake my head in despair. I bark if I behave like a cur why then not act like one. After the rain has gone and inside a tube train the heat is on there is always the smell of dead sheep to keep me company. I love her woollen jacket ( must have cost her a packet ) but why wear it on a wet day? Anyway while dead sheep weep I keep busy, head down, London Town tends to bend people like me to its will, no quill? a cursor worse a damp notebook 'Look Ma, top of the world' Cagney wouldn't care about this not when a grapefruit says more than a kiss I miss him. The shoelace girl gets up to go and just so you know we didn't speak. The thought of daffodils in the spring bring me back to my senses. dead sheep aside I'm only here for the ride and mine's the next stop.